Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

ravishing beauty like Holy Lady would definitely come from a prosperous and affluent family, and such a lady cannot be found in Miaojiang.

Meng Che was dispirited, but his eyes swiftly lit up again.
“Who says we can’t find one? Didn’t one come today?”

“Young Master, are you referring to… Miss Tang?”

“Mm.”

“This Miss Tang is the spitting image of the Holy Lady and both of them are beautiful women.
But Miss Tang belongs to Mr Jun and we can’t touch her.
If the High Priest finds out about it, we’ll be in trouble.”

“Alright, alright, you are such a coward.
I only want to have fun with a woman.
The High Priest is my father, so what are you scared of?” Meng Che cut off his assistant’s sentence dejectedly.

“This…”

“Tonight, you’d better think of a plan to bring Tang Mo’er into my room for me to enjoy.
If the experience is pleasurable, I may even make her my wife.
Don’t dilly-dally now.
Go quickly!”

“Yes, Young Master.” The assistant ran off.

At this moment, Meng Che’s mind was consumed with Tang Mo’er’s ravishing face.
He rubbed his palms together in glee, and wished that he could go to Tang Mo’er’s room and pounce on her now.

Perhaps no one was aware that he had been lusting after Lin Xuanji for a very long time.

Lin Xuanji looked like a fairy.
Even if the most beautiful women in Miaojiang were to stand next to Lin Xuanji, those women would only look like mere servants.
The first time he saw Lin Xuanji, he was stunned beyond words.

He was the only one who held the key to the altar.
Sometimes he would secretly go to see Lin Xuanji, and he wished that he could screw her then and there.

But Lin Xuanji was the Holy Lady of Miaojiang.
The people of Miaojiang were too superstitious, and he did not dare to do so for fear of suffering from retribution.

And so, he could only instruct his assistant to look for beauties for him to satisfy his lust, but his entire mind was still filled with Lin Xuanji’s face.

He had never imagined that Tang Mo’er would come to him like a lamb entering a lion’s den and she suited his palate exactly.

Meng Che walked away feeling aroused.

He was oblivious that his words had been overheard by someone else.
A tall and handsome figure was hidden in a dark corner.

“Sir.” Butler Ye glanced at Lu Jinwen.

Lu Jinwen’s handsome and chiseled face was half concealed in the dark and his countenance could not be seen clearly.
Actually, he did not have much of an expression on his face.
It remained impassive as always, but he was already exuding a malevolent frostiness.

This sort of frostiness made him seem like he was filled with cold rage.

“Sir, it seems that this Meng Che has been secretly eyeing Madam Xuanji for a very long time.
I’ve heard that he even wanted to touch Madam Xuanji’s hand, but because of Madam Xuanji’s Holy Lady status, he did not have the guts to do so.
But now he keeps lusting after Madam Xuanji.”

Lu Jinwen gradually curved his thin lips.
Ha, all these years other men had been having sexual fantasies about his woman.
He did not feel good.

He felt a sensation rising within his chest.
It had been a very long time since he had such an impulse to taste blood.

“Sir, what should we do now? The key to the altar is still with Meng Che.
Why don’t we take the key so that Sir can enter the altar to look at Madam Xuanji?” Butler Ye probed.

Lu Jinwen gradually curved his thin lips and he said quietly in his low, irresistible voice.
“Meng Che wants to have Mo’er, right? We’ll let him have his way.”

…

In the room.

Lin Siyu had taken a shower and she was smelling sweet and fresh.
She put on Lin Jinwen’s favorite red dress.

As she stood in front of the mirror, she fluffed out her hair and admired her face, puffing up her chest confidently.

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